The 2River View | 22.4 (Summer 2018) |
Michael Lauchlan She told me how they’d laugh, as neighbors are piled into vans remain invisible, she took seeping from her gown. Reasons Yeats Calls poetry a quarrel with the self. I see an eyebrow rise and long She holds in turn worlds within. trying to board a train, those to a mother’s coat? I can’t miss that woman sitting there— Michael Lauchlan has poems in many publications including Barnstorm, The Cortland Review, The Dark Horse, Harpur Palate, Louisville Review, New England Review, The North American Review, Poetry Ireland, Southword, Sugar House Review, and Virginia Quarterly Review. His most recent collection is Trumbull Ave., from WSU Press.
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